“Please, Kevin. More. Make it hurt.”
More? More. Yes, I’d heard that. Make it hurt.
I took a breath to regain my composure and began giving her the ‘more’ she was begging for.
I started slow, but hard. Dragging out before thrusting back in as hard as I could. Her cries mixed with the slap of our flesh.
Because I’d just come, I was able to drag it out. Sweat dripped down my temples. I got lost in the rhythm, lost in the feel of her tight pussy gripping me. I was so lost in the pleasure and the moment of finally realizing all of my desires with her, that words tumbled out without thought.
“Slut,” I grunted. “Are you a slut, Ana? Or would you rather I called you a whore? Letting me fuck you. Taking your virginity.”
“Yes, yes,” she cried.
Her response dissolved the bit of panic I’d felt at hearing myself utter those dirty words aloud. It felt like winning the lottery having her relish in the filthy words I was saying; having her willingly accept me. Want me. Want what we were doing.
“Fuck me. Take me, Kevin.”
“Say it. Say that you’re a slut. My slut.”
“Yes. I’m your slut.”
All mine.
I lost it. I started pounding into her with no rhythm, just trying to keep up with the beat of my heart. Muttering words that didn’t even make sense half the time. “Look at those tits, Ana. I’ve dreamed of those tits and now I get to have them bounce beneath me as I fuck my slut.”
Incoherent whimpers fell from her lips and I closed my eyes, letting them surround me in a cocoon. When I opened them, I looked down to find Ana tugging and twisting at her nipples, turning the pale pink to a rosy red. Mine. I knocked her hand away.
“Those are my tits to play with.” Dropping my head, I took a nipple between my teeth and bit. Ana arched up beneath me as her tight cunt clamped around me.
She was silent as she strained her whole body, arched up with her head thrown back until a loud cry escaped her. It came over and over again, matching the feel of her tightening pussy. Watching her get lost in the pleasure pulled me under with her and for the second time of the night, I came, leaning down to groan into her neck, holding myself deep inside her. Goose bumps broke out over my skin as the air around us cooled my body.
Panting into her neck, my lone thought was that I’d never felt so happy before.
So free.
Chapter Eighteen
Ana
Barely a moment passed with Kevin’s slack body lying on my chest, before his shoulders tensed. “Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled out of me, leaving me sore and empty. “Ana, I’m sorry.”
I looked down and saw the condom, stretched over his thick cock, coated in blood mixed with my cum. I bit my lip to hold in the giggle that threatened to break free, but it was no use. Kevin’s head jerked up, his eyebrows raised.
He probably thought I’d lost my mind.
“Ummm . . . Ana? You okay?” Confusion and worry creased his face.
I stretched my deliciously achy body. “I’m great. I feel great.”
“Okay.” He eased himself off the bed. “I’m going to toss this. I’ll be right back.”
I lay there, waiting, relishing the sore muscles, already anticipating how much I’d feel it the next day. Before he came back, I dug under his covers and waited.
Kevin walked in, his face serious, and dropped down onto the edge of the bed with slouched shoulders. “Ana . . . I’m—”
“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. He jerked his head up to look at me. “Don’t say you’re sorry. It was more than I ever dreamed of, and if you apologize, it will take all that away.”
His face softened. He pulled the covers back and slipped in beside me. His finger came up to stroke my flushed cheek. “Then I’m not sorry.”
“Good.” I pressed a gentle kiss to his chin. We lay there, not saying anything. Probably because neither of us knew what to say. We were friends and yet there we were, lying naked in each other’s arms in the middle of the day, listening to cars drive by outside. What were we supposed to say? I sure as hell didn’t know the rules.
I could tell Kevin wanted to say something. Every so often his hand would pause in the middle of stroking my back, and his breath would halt as though he wanted to speak. He would find the words eventually. Until then, I was going to enjoy the comfort of my friend’s arms.
“Ana,” he said finally, only to stop once again. I adjusted my head to look at him. His teeth were worrying his bottom lip, his brow scrunched.
“Kevin, it’s just me. We can talk about anything. This doesn’t change that.”